[more on the journey of my co-creative spiritual gardening transition…from my previous Midwestern traditional style of gardening]

…Of course I was to learn later, they were always there it was me that was changing! That year, about 1985, I opened to listening more and more to the plants and the whole garden. Many new changes were set into place as I embraced this new way of gardening for myself and my family. The Oxeye Daisy had peppered herself throughout the garden and at the end of Spring, the Dames Rocket had taken over the side yard even in the shade. She had sprinkled herself through the east side of the main part of the garden…now remembering Dames Rocket gets 3 feet tall so I was at first reluctant to put many of these half grown transplants into the garden at all. But I was listening and opening myself to this new way of gardening so I proceeded as the plants ask me to with reckless abandon.

dames-rocket-purpleThe purple flowers of the Dame’s Rocket, or Sweet Rocket as its sometimes also called, were absolutely beautiful with the contrasting white daisies, both blooming at the same time! It was absolutely stunning!! Hammock times were a new experience now. I ate the culinary sage with my soul-not my mouth. This too, was a new idea rushing through me in my flood of new gardening life. I loved the textures and colors of the flowers in the garden and Oh! The fragrances as you are ‘pulling weeds’!

Later in the Spring a dear spiritual sister’s mother died and there was very little money for the funeral. The Dame’s Rocket and Oxeye Daisy were so plentiful in my garden, they filled the home of my sister with flowers to greet all the guests at the life celebration we had. The colors even matched the table clothes the family had.

Now, it is about this time in my life when I grew my first Native American Indian corn. I had a small garden in size, (huge in concept) and corn does like a lot of space…so I had not considered Sweet corn. So that year I devoted a 4′ X 4′ square of my double dug, raised bed garden to corn… Hopi Blue Flour Corn it would be! It is a flour corn, what ever that meant. I did not even consider how I was going to use it or what you did with it—I was going to save the seeds! That process also, was a new one for me. That year the farmer next door to our east was planting soybeans and not hybrid corn. I was in luck! Then no crossing would occur. So this launched my corn journey into co-creative spiritual gardening and seed saving, and unbeknownst to me, the first steps of being a corn carrier.

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